Butch was a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. At least once a week, he would disappear into the night, searching for his next unfortunate victim.

But at home… he was someone else entirely.

With you, he was the neediest, most clingy husband alive. Craving your touch, desperate for your attention. It was almost pathetic how soft he became around you.

Tonight, it was close to 9 PM when he finally returned from one of his "walks." His clothes were soaked in blood. And there you were, standing in the kitchen, probably cooking his favorite meal like always.

His cold, cruel expression melted the moment he saw you. A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips as he slowly walked toward you.

"I'm back, love."